On The Bishopsgate Goodsyard, 9
Return To Columbia Rd
It is my great pleasure to introduce the first of seven stories about the culture and history of Columbia Rd by Linda Wilkinson, the distinguished historian of Columbia Rd. Linda is author of Watercress But No Sandwiches: 300 Years of the Columbia Rd Area & Columbia Rd – a Strange Kind of Paradise, and her family have lived in the East End for more than four centuries. Thus I leave you in Linda’s safe hands while I take a rest until my return on Monday November 17th.
It is hard to believe that when I first returned to Bethnal Green in 1986, taxi drivers would not enter Columbia Rd after dark. In those days, work colleagues and friends, almost universally, had no idea where it was – assuming that, with “Green” in the title, it was somewhere way out in Essex or near Wood Green.
By then, I been out of the area for twelve years so the fact that nobody knew where it was came as no surprise. Bethnal Green had always been a hidden place – a place where, at some points in history, the Police simply would not venture. The taxi situation though was new. Cabs and cabbies had been a way of life. Many cabbies, even today, declare their Bethnal Green roots, sometimes a little ad nauseam, truth be told.
What had changed? In short, the old demographic had shifted. The trading street that was Columbia Rd had gone. It was no longer a place of butchers, grocery stores, greengrocers, haberdashers and boot menders, and much of it was boarded up. A few traditional shops were hanging on – the newsagents, chemist shop and the fabulous Lee’s Seafoods were all that were left of a once-vibrant street. At night there was no life, it was as desolate as a desert.
The nadir of that period did not last long, however. If nature abhors a vacuum, London does even more so. Cheap rents brought in a new band of people who have renewed and reinvigorated not only Columbia Rd, but East London in general.
Although I was born in the now-defunct Bethnal Green Hospital, I was really hatched on Columbia Rd. Over the years, I moved from being a scientist to a playwright and a local historian. In tandem with research into my most recent book, Columbia Rd – A Strange Kind of Paradise, I looked into my family history.
I suppose it should have come as no surprise that we have been in the area for some years. I had returned to live just around the corner from where I was born for a reason. For years something had been missing from my life, a sense of place.
It turns out that my father’s family have been in the immediate area for around one hundred and fifty years. I have traced parts of my family back to Wapping in the sixteen-hundreds to a shipwright called John Homan, who built and repaired the small boats that plied the Thames.
At Christmas 1985, I came with Australian friends to the Flower Market. I had not been back since my parents had left the area some years before. I recall sitting in the Royal Oak Pub and being in tears. I knew then that I had to come home.
As much as the past informs the present, my stories this week are going to be about the glorious and eclectic nature of my part of the East End both then and now.
The empty shops and desolate thoroughfare have gone. People with vision and drive brought forth that change. I like to call them pioneers because, back in the seventies and eighties, east of Liverpool St was still a foreign land to most. Dangerous, dark and dingy but to those of us who knew it – it truly was a strange kind of paradise.
Isabel Rios has been feeding Columbia Rd since 1982. Originally from Galicia in Northern Spain, she took over the shop from the Davis family who had run the local dairy for many years. At first, Isabel ran it as a delicatessen, but moved on to opening a Tapas bar and then the restaurant Laxeiro which we know today.
Joe (Yusuf Gulamali) is the latest in a long line of newsagents at number 154. He came to the street in 1988 when the area had a bad name for racism and he had tried to avoid coming here, but was told on day one, “You look after us, and we’ll look after you.”
Angela Flanders arrived on the street in 1984 with her daughter Kate Evans, several cats and a tortoise. She moved from working on decorative paint finishes to drying flowers and making pot pourri. She is now a renown perfumer who still works from her original shop in Columbia Rd and has recently acquired a second outpost in Artillery Passage, Spitalfields.
Penny has lived in the area since 1984 when she was a teacher. In the late eighties, she decided to branch out and create The Garden Shop which sells unusual decorative goods for home and garden.
Jackie Bryant is not quite on Columbia Rd, but she is an institution in her own right. She came from Hoxton in the eighties to settle on the Jesus Hospital Estate. She is our dog walker and pet carer extraordinaire, and a great friend to two legged and four legged creatures alike.
Les is Penny’s partner seen here outside Organics in Ravenscroft St
For many years, the family at Lees Seafood supplied the area with fish, particularly the shellfish beloved of East Enders. This photograph from the eighties shows how popular it used to be.
Nick Smith was an antiques buyer for Liberty of London and has been selling interesting furniture at number 116 since 1986. He believes that those people who arrived in the eighties were visionaries who chose to express their creativity in a place that was a cultural desert.
Simon Rees started selling his jewellery in 1993 in the greengrocers at 160 Columbia Rd. He rented the space on Sunday mornings, and recalls the smell of potatoes and cabbages which accompanied his sales. Today, his workshop and studio are next to Angela Flanders’ shop, and she was instrumental in bringing him and his family to the street.
Steve for a goodly while in the eighties and nineties was known as ‘Video Steve’ because he rented films from number 146. Today he has a space from which he sells World Maps at the back of that same shop. Like Jackie, he is a stalwart of Columbia Rd, and also decorates and renovates the ageing buildings in which we live with love and care.
All portraits by Carol Budd except Isabel Rios by Eduardo Paris Rios
Watercress But No Sandwiches: 300 Years of the Columbia Rd Area & Columbia Rd – a Strange Kind of Paradise can be both purchased online direct from the author at www.lindawilkinson.org
On The Bishopsgate Goodsyard, 8
Towers Over The Goodsyard – Rough Cut
Contributing Photographer Simon Mooney has been conducting interviews in recent weeks to make this short documentary film which examines the Bishopsgate Goodsyard Proposals and explores what people like about Spitalfields & Shoreditch today. Here, I am publishing his rough cut as an exclusive preview for readers of Spitalfields Life.
We have decided to show this version today, upon the official deadline for the pitifully inadequate twenty-one day consultation period. However, The East End Preservation Society confirms that local authorities will accept objections until the New Year.
In a few weeks, we will reveal the completed film – updated with latest reactions to the development – but, in the meantime, we welcome your suggestions and contributions on this work-in-progress.
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Click here to read the East End Preservation Society’s guide to how to object effectively
Amelia Gregory, Amelia’s Magazine
Amelia Gregory
Amelia Gregory, the presiding spirit of Amelia’s Magazine, has lived in Spitalfields for fourteen years in a hidden house enfolded with greenery at the far end of Bacon St, where Contributing Photographer Patricia Niven & I paid her a visit recently.
Once we sat down at the small table in her modestly-sized kitchen, I realised a kind of miracle had happened in that house. For ten years, Amelia ran her popular biannual magazine from here, creating a publication with an international reputation yet without any Media Corporation behind her – just a magnanimous spirit, a keen critical eye and a capacity for working long hours. She proved that an individual could produce a successful magazine with a strong personal identity and reach a wide audience by selecting and publishing the work of new artists, illustrators and designers that no-one had seen before. It was an inspired idea executed with panache and an impressively selfless aspiration, delivering glory with little financial reward – but launching a whole new wave of illustrators into the world.
“I just thought I should start my own magazine,” admitted Amelia, making it sound like a simple task.“At that time, Amelia was a really unusual name,” she revealed with a blush, “I didn’t know that in ten years it would be the most popular name for babies in the country!”
“I wanted it be an exploration of the things I liked and I wanted to make it clear that it was personal,” she told me, recalling her former frustration while working in the print media industry and the moment in 2004 when she launched out into uncharted territory, A vindication of this policy came with second issue when Amelia put the work of an artist working in the unusual medium of paper-cuts upon the cover, delivering early prominent recognition for Rob Ryan.
In front of us was a neat stack of tn magazines, representing five years’ work. “I never wanted to be big, I just wanted to prove you can do your own thing,” she confessed to me, slightly in awe of the pile sitting between us, “I always said I was only going to do ten years, and doing two issues a year was exhausting. I always feel you should do something until it’s really good and then stop – but now I love it and I can’t let it go.”
Since calling a halt to her printed magazine and moving online, Amelia has published two books that anthologise the best of contemporary illustration, drawn from open submissions. More significantly, she now has a child and her two-year-old son persisted in claiming his rightful demand to be the centre of attention, even as we pursued our conversation.
In my endeavours, I recognise there is only a permeable boundary between my life and my writing, and Amelia revealed that her personal experiences colour her work too. Two late miscarriages led Amelia to confront how little we comprehend of the functioning of the bodies we inhabit and inspired the title of her forthcoming book, “That Which We Do Not Understand.” Already, she has amassed a stash of breathtaking illustrations and, for the first time, creative writing upon the theme of mysteries. There is another week before the deadline for submission on Sunday 16th November and you can find details of Amelia’s Kickstarter project below.
With a restless imagination and a tendency for working through the night, Amelia has single-handedly reinvented notions of independent publishing yet she is touchingly vulnerable when faced with the evident challenge of handling a boisterous little boy. “Maybe I was getting so involved in my magazine, I needed a child to remind me about the world?”, she suggested to me with a thoughtful grin.
Illustration by Daria Hiazatova
Illustration by Dorry Spikes
Illustration by Lorna Scobie
Illustration by Mateusz Napieralski
Illustration by Maia Ford
Illustration by Essi Kimpimaki
Illustration by Katie Ponder
Illustration by Yoko Furosho
Illustration by Cristian Grossi
Illustration by Sarah Tanat Jones
Covers of Amelia’s Magazine
Amelia & her son
Portraits of Amelia Gregory copyright © Patricia Niven
On The Bishopsgate Goodsyard, 7
Lizzie Flynn & Dolly Green
On Sunday November 16th at 4pm, I shall be introducing Horace Warner’s Spitalfields Nippers and reading some of the biographies of the children in the pictures at the Whitechapel Idea Store – admission is free and tickets can booked at Write Idea Festival website. There will be sign language interpretation at this event.
I shall also be showing the photographs and telling the stories at Waterstones Piccadilly on Wednesday 19th November at 7pm. Admission is free to this event too but tickets must be reserved piccadilly@waterstones.com
In Horace Warner’s portrait of 1901, Lizzie has equanimity but Dolly appears tremulous, clutching the hearth brush as if about to return to sweeping the grate. They both seem preoccupied, yet they gaze intensely at the lens, aware that photography is significant experience which requires attention. Since Horace Warner labelled his portrait with their names, we have been able to trace some of the primary events of their lives and now it is impossible not to see this photograph in the light of the futures that lay ahead for Lizzie and Dolly.
Lizzie Flynn was living at 19 Branch Place, Haggerston, when she was nine years old in 1901. Daughter of John and Isabella Flynn, she had two brothers and a sister. By 1911, the children were living with their widowed father at 89 Wilmer Gardens, Shoreditch. Their place of birth was listed as “Oxton” in the census. On 9th May 1915, Lizzie married Robert May at St. Andrew, Hoxton. He died at the age of just thirty-four in 1926 and they had no children. Lizzie died in Stepney in 1969, aged seventy-seven.
Dolly Green (Lydia Green) was living at 31 Hyde Rd, Hoxton, with her parents Edward and Selina in 1901 when she was twelve years old. Dolly had a brother and sister who had been born before her parents’ marriage in 1881. Dolly married Edward Moseley in 1909 at St Jude in Mildmay Grove and they had two children – Arthur born in 1912, who died in 1915, and Lydia born in 1914, who lived less than a year. In 1959, Edward Mosley remarried after his wife’s death.
Samuel Stevens, Lizzie Flynn, Dolly Green and three Compton girls
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